In Sickness and in Health (1985–1992): Season 4, Episode 3 - In Sickness and in Health - full transcript

# Now my old darling
they've laid her down to rest

# And now I'm missing her
with all me heart

# But they don't give a monkey's
down the DHSS

# And they've gone and halved
me pension for a start

# So it won't be very long
before I'm by her side

# Cause I'll probably starve to death
that's what I'll do

# For richer or poorer
Bloody poorer that's a fact

# Just 'cause in sickness and in health
I said I do

# In sickness and in health
I said I do #

Cheers, Arthur.
Couldn't happen to a better bloke.

Getting all them draws up,
winning line, eh?



Oh, it was the winning line, all right.

Should pay out a lot of money,
I suspect. And if you want any advice

about what to do with a lot of money,
you know where to come.

Those people will advise you,
won't they, Arthur?

There'll be plenty around
willing to advise him now.

So be careful, Arthur. Watch out.
You know who your friends are.

The ones who stuck by you
when you had nothing.

-Just you, Alf.
-Right there you are. There you are.

They're the ones.
They're the ones you could trust.

-Is it all right, Arthur?
-This is very nice. It's beautiful.

Yeah. She's a good cook,
isn't she, Mrs Hollingbery?

Yes, this is marvellous. Very tender.

So is Mrs Hollingbery, eh?
No, I told her, didn't I? I said,

"You cook old Arthur something
very special tonight, didn't I?"



-Yep.
-Nice bit of lamb that, innit?

How much do you reckon
you've won then, Arthur?

-Oh, I don't know.
-Thousands. Thousands.

It could be a million.
He's got eight score draws up.

That's what I say.
But he's got to look after.

He's got to know who his friends are.

-You tell him.
-Well, me and old Arthur,

we're as close as what?

Brothers, I'd say. Aye?
well, closer. No.

It's a funny thing about money.
They say that money's only a problem

-when you ain't got any.
-You would know.

They say that money's
the root of all evil,

and it is harder for a rich man
to get into heaven

than for a camel to
jump through the eye of a needle.

But I tell you this,

if I'd have saved a few bob
out of my pay packet

-every week since I started work...
-You save?

I might have made it a bit harder
for myself to get into heaven,

but I'd have been a bloody sight
happier down here today, I can tell you.

I mean, they reckon... What's his name,
Maxwell, and the other one?

-Who's that, Rupert?
-Murdoch.

That's him.
They reckon they're billionaires.

I tell you something,
I bet they ain't too unhappy about it.

The kind of money they've got,
they can buy a bloody great needle

with an eye big enough
for an army of camels.

Probably buy heaven itself,
the money they've got.

Having billions would have
its problems, though, I wage.

How would you count it, for a start off?

-Money makes money, doesn't it? Eh?
-Yeah.

And with all the interest
coming in on your billions,

I mean, you'd be halfway
through counting it,

then there'll be sack loads more of it
arriving for you to count.

You'd never be done counting it.

And who could you trust
to help you count it? No one I know.

Well, present company
excepted, of course.

I mean, now, look,
if you had 10 pounds, see,

and you asked someone to look after it
for you, not that I would,

except someone like you, Arthur,
you know, a dear good old friend,

and they give you back nine pound,
you'd know they've nicked one, right?

But if you'd got billions,
you'd never know, would you?

That must be a big worry, that.

Yeah, well, it makes you feel sorry
for old Maxwell and Murdoch, don't it?

They've probably someone...
Someone's robbing them something rotten

and they don't even know it.

I mean, with all their billions,
do they know who their friends are?

I bet they've got plenty of friends.

No, I'm talking about real friends.

Friends like what old Arthur's got here.

That's why you're luckier
than they are, Arthur.

Money ain't everything, Alf.
Friends are more important than money.

Right. Friends, Arthur. Real friends.

Friends that money can't buy.

That's what Maxwell
and Murdoch ain't got.

They ain't got them kind of friends,
Arthur. That's what I'm saying.

Oh, yeah, well. well, we'll see.

See...

Trouble with some of them millionaires
is that they're mad, you know.

Don't understand money.

Donate it, they do,
to museums and things.

You take that, what's his name?
Oh, bloody... Paul, Paul.

Begins with a G, what's his bloody name?
One of the richest men in the world.

Howard Hughes.

-Getty.
-who?

-Getty. Paul Getty.
-That's it. Paul Getty. Paul Getty.

Now there's a man,
one of the richest men in the world,

gave most of his money to a museum.

You have a good day
out at a museum, Alf.

Oh, yes. I like museums.

No. Bloody museums.
I've got no time for them.

I've had a walk round
that Victoria and Albert.

Victoria and Albert?
What good does that do you?

I've been there. It's nothing.
It's full of rubbish.

Rubbish of the past.

Old bones, old books.
Bits and pieces of old arm our.

Old furniture. Old paintings.
You go in one of them museums,

it's like walking around
bloody Oxfam, it is.

It's history, Alf. It's our history.

What, old furniture, old paintings,
our history? Get off.

I know some people do like old things.

Except old people.

I mean people pay pounds, you know,
for an old painting.

The government will give millions
for an old painting.

Wouldn't give an extra penny
to an old age pensioner though.

The painting's more valuable, I suppose.

What, more than people?
More than you? More than me?

-If it's an old master, yes.
-Get off. I've seen your old masters.

Seen one, it was... Rembrandt, it was.
Here you are, Rembrandt.

Old master? It was an old painting
of an old person.

Old person, Arthur. Like you or me.
Everyone says, "Isn't it marvellous?"

I said, "What's so marvellous
about that?"

They said,
"It's such a wonderful painting."

I said, "It's only an old person
in this painting. It's an old man."

They said, "But it's such
a good likeness. It's so real.”

Well, blimey, you're a good likeness
to an old person, Arthur. Ain't ya?

I'm a good likeness.

I'm a better likeness to an old person
than that painting is.

People don't come up to me and say,
"Mr Garnett, you're so marvellous."

"You're such a good likeness
to an old person. You're so real.

"I'd like to hang you
on my living room wall."

They'd sooner have a
bloody painting of it.

Yeah, so would I.

What they mean, Alf, what they mean
is that the artist is clever

because he painted a good likeness.
That's why he's an old master.

I'm a better likeness, aren't I?
That's what I'm saying.

You can't get a better likeness
to an old person

than what an old person is, can you?

It don't work like that, ALf.
when they talk about art,

it's not the real thing,
it's a copy of the real thing.

That's what makes it valuable.

You see, it's being able to copy.
That's what they want. Not being it.

I mean, look.

Look, if some old master
was to come in now and paint you,

just as you're sitting there,

and he gave such a good likeness
that you looked like a real person,

that painting would be worth millions.

But you, the real thing, nothing.

Instead, maybe they send a taxidermist,
an artist, that is, you know.

And he'd just want to stuff you.

-Not when I'm eating!
-For posterity, I mean.

Then people, you see, would want
to buy it, so it's got a sort of a...

Well, it's like an example
of modern man.

That's what I'm saying, Arthur.
It's daft.

There was a bloke the other day,
he give 14 million pounds

for an old painting of a sunflower
by Van Gogh.

14 million pounds!

They say a fool and his money
are soon parted.

I mean, he must have been mad
when he bought that.

Mad as old Van Gogh was
when he painted it.

Bloody sunflowers!

I wouldn't grow them,
let alone hang them on the bloody wall.

I grew some in my garden till
the bloody cat next door pissed on them.

But I take your point. I wouldn't have
it hanging on the wall.

I'd hang that bloody cat though
if I could catch him.

It's a funny thing though
about old Van Gogh.

See, he couldn't sell one of
his paintings while he was still alive.

Makes you think, doesn't it?

-And do you know for why, Arthur?
-No, no.

Because people was more sensible
in them days

and was a bit more careful
with their money.

You'd have been hard pushed in them days
to get two goldfish

off of a rag and bone man
for one of his paintings.

(LAUGHING)

He painted a picture of a chair.

I mean, who in their right mind

is going to buy a picture
of a bloody chair?

-What, an ordinary chair?
-An ordinary chair.

-I wouldn't.
-You'd buy a chair to sit in.

Areal chair.
But not one like what he painted.

Bloody uncomfortable,
hard backed thing it was.

You wouldn't want to sit
in that for long.

Well, he'd never seen a decent chair
in his house.

Not a decent comfortable chair you could
sit back in and watch the telly.

There's one thing I grant you
about your museums though,

if you want to dwell
on the past that is.

They show you where them poor buggers
had to live, doesn't it?

It makes you feel grateful that
we're a lot smarter today than they was.

I mean, if they had known our culture,
you know?

That Henry VIII and Shakespeare,
they're always going on about.

Neither of them two had a chair
anywhere near as comfortable

as the one I sit in to watch telly.

In fact, neither of them two
had a telly.

-No Neighbours?
-No.

-Coronation Street?
-No.

-Eastenders?
-No.

That's why he had to write
all them rotten plays.

They had nothing else, did they?
Makes you think, doesn't it?

I bet they had better manners though.

Henry VIII might have been a king
and you just an ordinary man,

but as far as eating goes,
you're just as much a pig.

Oh, it's disgusting,
the way you gnaw at bones.

-Like a dog, you are.
-Oh, shut up.

Now, I don't suppose Henry VIII
wiped his greasy hands

down his trouser legs like you do.

Henry VIII probably had a dog
to wipe his hands on.

Don't put ideas in his head.

Look, they're only old trousers,
aren't they?

Well, you go out in 'em.

It's a wonder the dogs
don't all follow you.

-They do.
-Shut up!

0il That's today's paper.
I haven't finished reading that yet.

-Well, read it then.
-Here, here, here, here.

He'll have to change his ways
if I'm gonna marry him.

It's a wonder
he didn't use the tablecloth.

-Huh!
-MRS HOLLINGBERY: Aye?

Yes! Here that's one of my best cloths.

It's the lamb. It's greasy, innit?

Well, you're not supposed to eat it
with your hands.

Look, I think you'll find, my dear,
that the royal family might still

pick up a lamb chop or two
in their fingers.

Oh, he knows how the royals eat now.

Bet they don't behave
a bit like you at the table.

Look, when Charles Laugh ton
played Henry VIII in that film,

he picked a whole chicken in his hands.

I don't care what Charles Laugh ton
did in the film.

There's still no need to bring
cinema habits to the table.

Charles Laugh ton was portraying
how a primitive man would behave.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.
Primitive man ate with his fingers.

Henry VIII was a royal king
of England, sunshine.

He was primitive.
He chopped his wives' heads off.

But he didn't eat 'em now, did he, eh?

(LAUGHING)

No, no of fence.

You were the one who started
talking about primitive, didn't you?

There's nothing more primitive
than eating each other, is there?

Depends on whether you use
a knife and fork or not.

That's probably how his lot got
all them holes all over their faces.

Trying to eat with a knife and fork, eh?

(LAUGHING)

I mean, his lot, they didn't only
gnaw on their bones, my dear,

they stuck the bleeding bone
through their noses.

No, he's all right. He's all right.
He's got a sense of humour, ain't you?

We're all friends here, ain't we?
Here, see, I know how to do it.

Some of us are more family in a way,
I suppose.

That's how we survive, innit, Arthur?
Really being close knit, you know.

Share and share sort of thing?

You know, what's yours is...
well, it's all of us, innit?

-I give him a room, didn't I?
-Rented me a room.

What are you looking
so glum about, Arthur?

I mean, a man who's won all that money?

-I've got something special out here.
-Yeah?

Yeah. Hold on.

Now, don't talk about me when I'm gone.

# Don't talk about me

# When I'm gone! #

See! Here we are then.

# Who wants to be a millionaire?

# Arthur!

# He's gonna have a lot of money
He's gonna share #

Sod off!

Here we are. I'll give you a toast.
To the richest man here.

My very good friend Arthur.
Cheers, mate.

To Arthur.

So what's it like
to be rich then, Arthur?

Well...

well, we'll be rich soon
when we buy this house.

Not as rich as old Arthur.

Don't worry.
He knows who his friends are.

He's like me. He don't forget people.

How long do you think it'll take
before you get the money, Arthur?

It's a little disappointing
actually, Alf.

How's that? Not as much as you thought?

Eight score draws?
Can't be many with that, Arthur.

Must be a fortune, mate.

-Would have been.
-Would have?

Well, it's the missus, innit?

She wants her share, does she?
She would, of course, greedy cow. Yeah.

What?

Well, never mind. There'll still
be plenty to go around, eh?

Well, there would have been plenty.
Yeah. Would have been.

What do you mean, would have been?

Well, the missus.
She never posted the coupon.

You're joking!

You mean, you trusted her to post it?
Your wife? A winning coupon?

She always posts the coupon.

30 years I've been doing the pools
and she always posts the coupon.

A winning coupon.
You trusted her with a winning coupon!

I didn't know it was a winning coupon.

Christ, Arthur. An eight-score-draw
winning coupon and it wasn't posted.

You must feel
like cutting your throat, mate.

I feel more like cutting her throat.

You could have told us, Arthur.

I mean, I've laid out a lot of money
on that lamb.

-I didn't want to spoil it.
-You have spoilt it.

I told you we was having a celebration,
you could have told me then.

I didn't want to spoil the celebration.

Well, we've got nothing
to celebrate, have we?

All this has cost me
a lot of money, Arthur.

What's money? I mean,
all you say is, "It's only money!"

Oh dear. How awful.

30 years you've been doing the pools.

And the first time you get a big win up,
she forgets to post it.

Oh dear. How awful.

She didn't forget.

(CHUCKLING)

You've been having us on, ain't you, eh?

Hey, he was having us on.
He's a joker, our Arthur.

You was having us on and
we nearly fell for it, didn't we, eh?

What a card! Here, come on, Arthur.
Have a top up.

Sod off!

-Cheers, Arthur.
-Cheers.

Well, you see, it's like this, Alf.

Likes a drink, don't he, eh?

Good one, Arthur.

30 years I've been doing
the football pools

and each week I've given the coupon
to the missus to post.

-Well, it's paid off, ain't it?
-No, Alf. She never posted any of them.

She tore up the coupon
and put the postal order in her purse.

Well, she's a church lady
and don't believe in gambling.

Now, I can understand that.

What do you mean
you can understand that?

Gambling is a sin.

What's stealing then, eh? She's been
stealing his postal orders for years.

Oh, Gordon bloody Bennett!

A winning ticket and she never sent it.
A big winning ticket worth millions

and she never bloody well sent it.

-God, if that was a wife of mine, I'd...
-You'd what?

I'd sue her. That's what I'd do.

I'd take her to court
and bloody well sue her.

-I've probably lost a fortune.
-We all have.

You're quite right, Alf.

'Cause half of that
would have been yours.

-Yeah. Yeah.
-Yeah. I know who my friends are.

Here, Arthur,
Mrs Hollingbery was just saying,

why don't you do the same as her
and Mr Garnett?

Well, you live in a council house,
so why don't you buy it off 'em cheap

and make yourself some money?

Yeah, I've thought about that.
But will I get a mortgage at my age?

What do you mean, your age?
You're only the same age as me.

-You wouldn't get a mortgage either.
-You told me...

Look, me getting married

and buying this house cheap
off the council was all your idea.

It was a good idea.

I mean this house is worth a lot more
than you'd pay the council for it.

But if I can't get a mortgage?

That's it, you see.
It will be hard to get a mortgage.

Why can't he get a mortgage?

Because no building society
would risk it, I should think.

Not at his age.
I mean, they're not fools, are they?

I mean, like,
he could borrow all that money off them,

and all of a sudden,
six weeks later, boom-boom.

He's gone. He's not with us anymore.

And there we all are,
standing at his grave side.

Dressed in black. Crying.

I've got a black hat.

I'd have to get some shoes though.

He'd be laughing.

But they'd be well out of pocket,
the mortgage company, wouldn't they?

Well, they still have the house.

Yeah, but they'd also have Mrs
Hollingbery living in it, wouldn't they?

And it wouldn't be vacant possession,
would it? And that's what they want.

I mean, they'd have to kick her out.
And that could be difficult for them.

No, you can forget that.

But there is another way.

Let me buy the house. I'm younger.

I've got a lot more years to go
than you have, so I'll be no problem.

I'll be able to meet
all the requirements.

Do you know what I mean?

Well, 'cause I'm younger, fitter,
healthier, better looking than you.

Shut up.

So I see. We get the house cheap
off the council and you buy it?

-Is that it?
-Yep. No problem.

I'd probably get a mortgage fairly easy.

I see. And then it'd be your house,
is that right?

Well, in a way, I suppose.
But not until you're both dead and gone.

And then instead of you being my lodger,
I would become your lodger. Is that it?

No, Mr Garnett. It won't be like that.

'Cause you see,
I'd be a much better landlord than you.

Kinder. More considerate.
I might not even charge you rent.

Well, not as much as you charge me.

I'd probably let you live here
rent free.

-In your house?
-Well, technically, I suppose...

I see. And technically
we'd be homeless, I suppose.

No, Mr Garnett.
It wouldn't be like that.

You can trust me.

Say you lost your job. And you couldn't
continue to pay the mortgage?

Well, I'd just get another job.
It's not that hard.

If it's not that hard,
why don't you get another job now?

'Cause the one you've got at the moment
is not much cop, is it?

-Why, what's wrong with it?
-There's not much prospects, is it?

What, social worker,
employed by the council?

-Under Mrs Thatcher.
-It's a Labour council.

Yeah, it may not be for long with that
new development down by the river.

That's right. Your London Docks
Development Corporation.

Yeah, the yuppies are coming.

(IMITATES HORN)

-Could soon be a Tory council.
-Please, God.

Yeah, well, I'm a yuppie.

That's as maybe.

But you don't seem to have
much prospects if you ask me.

I mean, looking after people
like Mr Garnett.

You just said he ain't got long to go.

I shall have to see if I can get
a decent insurance out on you.

-Before I decide to tie myself up.
-He's just told you, you can't.

Well, then, I shall have to think again.

I don't want to seem selfish,

but I don't want to marry you
for just six weeks or so

and then find I'm stuck
with your funeral expenses.

Well, what about me?
I might be stuck with yours.

Hold on a minute. Look, there's a way
around it, Mr Garnett.

There is?

Look, we're all sitting here
on a nice little earner.

We could buy this place for 20 grand.
It's probably worth a 100.

-I mean, we ought to have a go for it.
-well?

Adopt me.

-Adopt you?
-Yeah!

We could draw up all the papers.
Make it legal.

I'd like to be a yuppie. I'll adopt you.
My house is a better buy than this.

You keep out of this.
You've got me in enough mess as it is.

-Mess? If you mean..
-All right, would you just...

I'm thinking. Trying to think here.

I'm glad you said trying.

I'm going up the pub.

-You coming, Arthur?
-I got no money.

I ain't got enough for two. You've had
enough out of me already tonight.

That's all right, Alf.
Don't worry about me.

-I'll stay behind here and finish this.
-You won't.

It won't work, sunshine.

-What won't work?
-Me and Mrs Hollingbery adopting you.

Why won't it work?
I'll be a good son to you.

Shut up!

I promise, Daddy. I will.

We're too old, aren't we?

They won't let old people adopt.
They won't let old people do anything.

Can't we say we're his real parents?

Don't talk daft, woman.

-Well, how are they to know?
-How are they to know?

You've been stuck in front of that thing
too bloody long. That's your trouble.

"How are they to know?"
I'm white and he's black.

He wouldn't be the first black boy
who's had a white father.

And a white mother?

You could say I was your second wife.

-You will be.
-Well, there you are.

What do you mean, there I am?

Tell them your first wife was a blackie.
How are they to know?

You want me to malign myself to Else?
God rest her soul.

Hang on. What do you mean by malign?

Oh, God strewth.

No wonder her religion's got confession
if they're all like her.

That poor priest of yours, he must be

stuck in that confession box
of his forever.

All right, then, I'll say my
first husband was the blackie.

Does that suit you?

You would, too, wouldn't you?
Expect me to stand there and marry you

and everybody thinking your first
husband was a blackie.

-Forget it.
-I've got some pride, ain't I?

(DOOR SLAMMING)

-What's upset him?
-I don't know.

Oh! Oh!

(LAUGHING)

Mr Garnett! Mr Garnett! Mr...

Mr Garnett.

-I've been waiting for this moment.
-Eh?

I thought it would never come.
I've been so impatient.

I thought it would never come!

-What?
-Well, this'll please you too.

-I know it will.
-I've got a headache, ain't I?

Well, that's the drink. Here.

Now this will take away your headache.
Read it!

-What?
-I got a letter.

-Letter?
-Yes, from my brother.

-Your brother?
-Yes.

You never told me you had a brother.
How many more relations have you got?

Only him and my sister.
He was my favourite brother.

And I wrote and told him I was getting
married again and he wants to meet you.

-I don't know. I mean, where's he live?
-Australia.

-Australia?
-Yes.

And he's offered to
buy this house for me.

-Read it, read it!
-For you, what, like half each?

-Well, it'll be ours, don't matter.
-What, yours and mine, like half each?

-If he likes you.
-What do you mean, if he likes me?

-Well, he wants to meet you first.
-Well, he'd have to come here, won't he?

No! No, we're off to Australia!

He's sending the fares and everything.

Oh, we're going to meet my brother!
My big, sweet brother.

Oh! Oh dear. Oh, look at me.

I've got nothing on.

Australia?

Don't look so glum, A.
T's marvellous news, isn't it?

I don't want to go to Australia.

-Why not?
-Well, it's a bloody long way, innit?

My rotten luck, innit?
She comes up with a rich brother

and he has to live in bloody Australia.
The antipodes.

Van Diemen's Land.
Home of bloody convicts!

I think I knew that brother of hers.

He was a bit of a crook then,
if I remember rightly.

I think the whole family were.

In fact, unless I'm wrong,
she was the only honest one among 'em.

-Be a nice trip though, Alf.
-Nice trip!

I don't wanna go all that way!

Gallivanting halfway
round the world at my age!

-You're not scared, are you?
-No, not scared.

Pretty wild place though,
by all accounts.

I don't know, it looks all right
what I've seen of it.

-Well, you ain't been there, have you?
-I've seen it on the telly.

Well, I've seen Nejghbours. And that
bicentennial thing when that was on.

But I mean... Well...

Anywhere the Queen goes
is all right, I suppose,

but she's got her soldiers with her
and I'll be on my own.

-Well, you've got Mrs Hollingbery.
-Well, she's no protection.

I mean, she'd expect me
to look after her, wouldn't she?

No, no, all that way, I mean,
if I was a young man, yeah, but...

-I'd go.
-Would you?

Like a shot.
Anything to get away from my missus.

I'll tell you.
If they'd have me, I'd join up again.

I tell you, I didn't know at the time,

but those years I had away
from her in the army

was the best years of my life.

You think I'm mad then,
giving it another go?

Well, I don't know, Alf, but I mean,

every man's gotta make his own decision
about something like that.

I mean, you've got Mrs Hollingbery.

All right, well,
she's got her faults, but...

Well, they've all got their faults.
She's a woman, isn't she?

You've got to expect it. I mean,
no woman's as we'd like them to be.

It's not in their nature.
But my missus, well...

She ain't got no nature.
No human nature.

I mean, she's... No warmth about her.

You touch her, she's cold, ice cold.

I mean, flowers wither
at the sight of her.

I mean, we can't keep a cat or a dog.
Never had mice.

Even the flies won't come in a room
if she's in there.

I don't think it's my imagination,

but there's a green glow
comes off her at night.

I don't want to put you off, Alf,
but my missus is something different.

I think, one night,
a flying saucer's going to land and

she'll go back on it.

Why don't you come to
Australia with me then?

Oh, give me the chance. I mean, I...

I'd go in leg irons like them
bloody convicts to get away from her.

Is there a chance, Alf?

I mean, don't forget,
it's a hundred thousand pounds.

You'll be turning down all that money
her brother's gonna lend you.

I mean, never look a gift horse
in the mouth.

You see, a rich relation, Alf,
is, well, manna from heaven.

Meet him. Put on the old charm,
like you done with her.

-Suppose he don't like me?
-How could he not like you?

I mean, hundred thousand pounds,
if you don't go over there,

it's almost as bad as
not posting a coupon.

Hundred thousand pounds.

-You're right, Art.
-Just think.

Just think of all the beer you can drink
for a hundred thousand pounds.

No more sipping.

You're right, mate.
Hundred thousand pounds.

I wonder how many pints
there are in that.

Well, never mind, Arthur,
here goes the first.

Don't mind, do you, Arthur,
I mean, we're rich now, ain't we?

Australia, here we come!

# Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda #

# Now my old darling
they've laid her down to rest

# And now I'm missing her
with all me heart

# But they don't give a monkey's
down the DHSS

# And they've gone and halved
me pension for a start

# So it won't be very long
before I'm by her side

# Cause I'll probably starve to death
that's what I'll do

# For richer or poorer
Bloody poorer that's a fact

# Just 'cause in sickness and in health
I said I do

# In sickness and in health
I said I do #